A FemboyWorld quickie story. My car battery died today and I just stood there thinking about this so I just made a stupid story ahah. Anyways yeah as always comments are appreciated.
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That fucking bitch just up and left. Another failed first date and another night ending up alone. I knew taking her to a fancy restaurant wasn't worth the bill. This hookup, casual dating thing is not my thing. All these women want is to be wine and dined and have everything according to their standards or else no ass for you. And I'm not 6' 3" with a perfect jawline or jacked body so I can't just show up to their house and get some. Nooooo. I just had to be 5' 10" and too busy to workout so I have to be Mr. Perfect for them or else. So fucking frustrating.
"Hi, Sir. Here is the bill. I'm going to assume it will be on your card tonight." The waiter hands me the check. I did not even notice my date had the audacity to order an eighty-dollar steak. Fuuuuck.
Oh, of course, it is raining outside. The weather app explained it as an "unexpected rainstorm." And that so-called, unexpected rainstorm, will last for the next six hours. I just so happened to wear the new clothes that I splurged on because I happened to feel good for once. And I parked all the way in the back of the parking lot because it was crowded. This night just keeps getting better and better.
What's next? Is my car is going to break down?
...Aaaaaannnnnddddd my battery light comes on and dies immediately as I pull over to the side of the entrance ramp. Fan...fucking...tastic. Luckily I have AAA.
"... our driver will be there in four hours."
Four hours?! The fuck. "I cannot wait four hours. Why is the wait so long?"
"It seems like this "unexpected rainstorm" has caused a lot of accidents and breakdowns such as yours in your zipcode. There is no one available from our fleet in your area. I am really sorry, sir."
I just hang up fed up with that bullshit. Seriously? Now, All of a sudden everyone in my zipcode forgot how to drive? Well, I hope that bitch who left me at dinner fucked up her car too. I call the local services and they all have long waits as well. Allstate, Nationwide, Uncle Drew, Uncle Changs, the Italian Mafia, the Yakuza, all of them can not come either because I don't have insurance from them or they have no one to assist for hours.
I scroll through Google, trying to find some company that can help. I come across a company by the name of FAA. May as well give it a try.
"Hello, are you in a safe location, Sir?" The customer service rep says, who has an oddly male voice with a feminine tone.
But he said, "Sir." How did he know I was a male? I didn't even say anything yet. "Uhhh, yeah I am. I'm pulled over on the side of the entrance ramp to the freeway on Halfbaked Ave entering High 95."
"Fantastic. Are you by any chance an FAA member or are you in a dire emergency?"
"This is an emergency. Will it take hours for you to get someone out here too?"
"Oh no, Sir. We pride ourselves on coming to our customers in fifteen minutes or less. What kind of service will you be in need of today?"
"My car battery died," I say bluntly.
The customer rep goes silent for a second. "Oh, so you actually need car assistance tonight."
"Yes," I accidentally say rather loudly and aggressively, "is this not roadside assistance?"
"Yes, it is. Sorry, Sir. We provide many services for our customers. I was just scrolling through the options so our assistant knows what to do."
"I'm sorry. It has been a tough night." I say apologetically.
"I am sorry to hear that, Sir. I will make a note of that so the assistant will give you the best customer service he can provide."
"I promise I will not be mean to him." I try to say hoping not to get rejected service.
"It is no problem, Sir. We specialize in making our customer's day better. Since you are in a safe location, may I ask if you will like to become an FAA Gold or Platinum member? There are a lot of perks that come with being an FAA member. Will you like me to tell you some?"
"No, I have AAA. I will just love it if you can give my car a jump and I will be on my way."
"That is perfectly fine, Sir. Just know if at any time you change your mind during your service, just let the assistant know and he will be more than willing to set you up. I hope your night gets better, Sir."
"Thank you."
Just as I get off the call with FAA, I get a text message showing how far away the driver is. He is actually fifteen minutes away. For the first time tonight, I can take a breath and wait. Hopefully... Jude, the name of the assistant on the tracker, gets here quickly.
I flip through my Twitter account with the sound of pouring rain in the background. I get lost in scrolling through my "horny account" on Twitter before I hear a knock on my window. I flinch in surprise and cover my phone screen with my hand. Then I'm surprised that it's a skinny boy dressed in a tight hoodie that says FAA on it and what looks like skinny jeans. He doesn't seem bothered by the rain as he's just standing in it and motioning me to roll down my window.
I roll down the window and say, "How can I help you?"
"My name is Jude. I am an FAA roadside assistant. I hear you are having battery problems. Open the hood and let me take a look". I open the hood of the car and let Jude inspect it. He leans his body forward and my eyes get a peak at his ass just sticking out. I didn't know boys could have an ass like that.
As he inspects I ask, "How old are you?"
"I am twenty-two. A little old for an FAA assistant, but I like to think I do good work. Don't worry, Sir. I know what I am doing."
A little old? He looks really young to be in this type of work. It's usually middle-aged scruffy-looking men with no personal skills who do this type of work.
"It looks like you will actually need a new battery. This one is dead, dead."
